Let the praises
of God,
fill my
mouth.
May I roar
like a lion,
not squeak
like mouse.
Through
the words of praise,
mountains
will fall.
As we lift
up His name,
and answer
His call.
To praise
our God,
destroys
the yoke.
When times
are tight,
and we're
feeling the choke.
The
habitation of God,
comes down
to our praise.
As we lift
up His name,
and
delight in His ways.
Let the
praise of God's people,
be a
worshipful thing.
For
through their praise,
His
presence it brings.
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